When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the stre
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always

We were entwined in red rings
Of blood and loneliness before
The first snows fell
Before muddy rivers seeded clouds
Above a virgin forest, and

The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
Under a dead blue sky on a distant

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big jok
A dance that’s walked
A song that’s spoke,

A last love,
proper in conclusion,
should snip the wings
forbidding further flight.
But I, now,

Your smile, delicate
rumor of peace.
Deafening revolutions nestle in th
cleavage of
your breasts

One innocent spring
your voice meant to me
less than tires turning
on a distant street.
Your name, perhaps spoken,

I keep on drying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,

Funky blues
Keen toed shoes
High water pants
Saddy night dance
Red soda water

They went home and told their wive
that never once in all their lives
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.
They said my house was licking cle